Hunted (Pack of Dawn and Destiny, #1)

by K.M. Shea

But I’d tried twice since then to leave Timber Ridge. Both times I’d been so homesick it hurt to breathe, and I’d come back within a week.

Which can’t happen. I need to pass on these puppy pheromones so my offspring can needle werewolves for generations! Don’t want to let me live the lazy life I want? Fine, I’ll just make sure my offspring are a blight on you for centuries!

Someone had burned something in the kitchen—bacon, it smelled like, because burnt bacon was a very sad and easily recognizable smell.

While Pip detested my human presence—ironic, considering I had been brought to Timber Ridge because of her, even if she didn’t know it—she was much more tolerant of my wolf form.

I am such a sucker when Greyson is in his gorgeous wolf form, I concluded. And I think he might have figured that out.

“If you’re referring to Amos, that hardly counts. I broke his nose in one hit. If I’m a prey animal, he’s a plant or something,” I said.

But if Chase was making even an inch of progress in the field of romance, that drastically changed things. Chase had the emotional awareness of a fungus growing in the woods. If he was moving faster than I was, things were way more dire than I thought.

Be sure to wave at Fletching when he arrives so he knows you got back first.” “I never pegged you as being petty.” “It’s not seemly in an Alpha,” Greyson acknowledged. “It’s why I encourage it in my Pack instead.”

“I do wish you hadn’t said that.” “Why?” “He is fond of you.” “Fond of me the way dogs are fond of chew toys, you mean.” “That I cannot deny.”

“Say cheese!” “Parmesan,” Lady Chrysanthe said. “Aged cheddar,” Lord Linus said. “Though I don’t believe that’s what she meant.”